The Agent

The Agent

The band
comes in

Only not
to celebrate

Some through
the stomach

The others
through “Sex”

They call
them “The
Agents”

Into you
and around

Lines of
foes &
friend

Blendin into
curd

The Man
stirrin

Plays with
his stick

You know
not

From the
good, the
bad and
the ugly

Shootin on
the wild
spree

Man n dog
lie

On the
ground

Dead with
bones around

Not a
pretty site

One of
them is
you

Caution: This might be all theory

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